I thought that Spring was pretty, but it was nothing compared to the beginning of Autumn.
Walking beneath reds and oranges on campus, smelling moldy leaves, I was almost happy with being reminded of Germany. In the Fall, well, it was something that you could only see once in a lifetime. Imagine beautiful hills covered with warm colors, a red sunset to capture the entire moment.
I can never return home.
When I was writing my story for this college, I always imagined how difficult and different it would be from a standard school, but it isn't. I go to school tired, and leave the campus exhausted. It's the same as any school you could possibly go to.
One thing was different, though.
And that was the brown-eyed Italian who I've grown to, heaven forbid, love.
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Sinful Nostalgia | Hetalia
Fanfiction*Final Edition* Monica gets nostalgic when she meets Feliciano. Feliciano goes head over heels when he meets Monica. The two have fates that run deeper than the New York substation, and that's saying more than enough. Everyone can see it. Everyone...
